I don’t think the importance of some lives can be measured. Some lives have altered the path of so many others that their passing can only be comprehended on it’s surface and not truly grasped even by the most intelligent of gods, the most compassionate of gods. These men leave such a perfect impression on our will that all we have to do to remember them is look at those who surround us and our selves for we are all better for having known that person.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 
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